Tuesday, 14 December 2010

I think she found the right words by bypassing procedures like meaning and logic. She captured words in a dream, like delicately catching hold of a butterfly's wings as it flutters around. Artists are those who can avoid the verbose.

As long as there is such a thing as time, everybody's damaged at the end, changed into something else. It always happens, sooner or later.

I have swallowed a rain cloud whole.

Somewhere I don't know about, something is happening to time.

My lips are tightly sealed. Words are asleep in a corner of time.

Can nothingness increase?

Beyond the edge of the world, there is a space where emptiness and substance nearly overlap, where past and future form a continuous, endless loop.

In my sleepless nightsI sit and wonderWhere did I go wrong?When was the turning point?Did I overdo it?Did I over feel my excitement for life?Did I set my hopes too highLeaving me disappointed in anything below the sky?

At dawn my dreams speak to meWhy, to them, do I turn my back?

I am fetching a way backTo when I was a happier personWhen I used to look ahead, oversee the darkness, and stare into the colors of the rainbow, that rainbow that old friend, by the end of the tunnel

I am walking backward to find that spot againWhen I used to find sunrays amidst heavy rainAnd vibes of peace of mind amidst a chaotic pace of life

I am looking backward but the path I have followed seems to have disappearedIt was swallowed by my memory

Monday, 13 December 2010

She was speeding downhill in a vehicle that lacked wheelsThe space was void around her Darkness was all she could see through the seemingly never ending windshield Darkness and the brown soil The vehicle was hitting the ground recurrently Bumping into small rocks that were flying from each side There were no breaks she could pushNo power switch that could make the engine stopThere was only a steering wheel she kept trying to get hold ofBut every time she thought she was in controlShe found her body flying inside the vehicleHer legs in the air, her hands determined on the wheel Gravity only seemed to work outside, pushing the vehicle downBut on the inside, she couldn’t even be in command of her own bodyNo matter how hard she triedShe lies awake in bed, knowing that all of this is but a dreamBut knowing is not enough to get her out of itJust knowing … has never been enough

Friday, 10 December 2010

I promised myself not to fight itTo let it beTo step back and observeWhere all of this will eventually leadWhere the road would stopAnd I will see my own bodyStanding faced with a bushIn a place lacking colorsI even wondered how it would feel likeTo reach a place with no return

Yet somewhere along the pathThe urge took over meMy skin started itchingMy mouth became wateryMy mind, out of control